I Gave My Abuser To Him

Summary

It was the third year since Talia’s borderline personality disorder had clawed its way back to the surface.

And it was the third time she had put me in a hospital bed.

When I finally drifted awake in the sterile, white room, the space beside my bed was empty. A familiar, cold spike of anxiety shot through my chest. I scrambled out of bed, my limbs heavy and trembling, and limped out into the corridor to find her.

Instead, as I approached the heavy fire doors of the stairwell, I heard a voice. It was Cody, my best friend, his tone low but vibrating with a suppressed, furious roar.